I am trying to write a story that is only set in the world of Skyrim, but isn't connected to the main plot of the game itself, so we'll see how it goes. The rating is for definate violence and smut that will come later! :) Let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions! Thanks!

I could feel it rising under my skin. The call from Lord Hircine, the call of the hunt. I continued to climb the mountain, forced myself to keep moving despite the pain rising in my chest.

'Not here.' I kept telling myself, pushing myself forward. 'Not yet.'

My breathing was cut short as my eyes caught a glimpse of the full moon. It had been hiding behind some clouds until now, helping me suppress the my beast side. My eyes were locked on the glowing sphere that floated in the sky, bathing my in its light.

"Oh, Talos." I mumbled. "Please, help me to control my beast, protect anyone I may come across tonight."

My breathing returned now, heavy and labored. I smiled. As much as I worried for those around me when I was the beast, I did love the hunt. The prickling under my skin grew stronger and I knew it was near. I crouched in the dirt to prepare myself. The smell of the fresh earth was wonderful. I loved being in the forest, surrounded by my true home. The sudden crack in my ribs took my by surprise and I cried out in pain.

I had once tried to think of a way to put into words how the change felt, but found myself at a loss. It was painful, don't get me wrong, but it felt good. Like the soreness that comes after a good run, or a full days worth of manual labor. It felt right.

My breathing became harder and I had to force myself to keep inhaling and exhaling. The snapping in my bones continued and I stretched out my arms in front of me. They were twice as long as they should be. My hands contorted and bones between my knuckles grew, once they were done I balled them into fists, flexing the new muscles. The splintering feeling my shins grew and I knew they were also elongating.

The prickling under my skin had grown into a burning as the black hair began to sprout from all over. I cried out in pain again as my incisors grew and cut into my mouth. It quickly turned to a howl as my transformation quickened and over took me. I raised myself off the ground and flexed my newly formed body. I sniffed the air and took in all the scents I couldn't before. My eyes still glowed with the change as I looked back to the moon, the only one who knew my every secret and still returned to me every night.

I howled again, but this time in acknowledgment of my lifelong friend. 'This is for you, brother.' I thought as I took off into the forest after an elk I had smelled.

I ran, hunched down like a dog as I tore through the woods. The feeling of the wind on my face was wonderful, the scent of the scared elk I was hunting exhilarating. The smell of fear always propelled me further and faster. Once I was within range I leaped, landing on my prey. The elk let out a cry before I tore it's throat out, killing it quickly. I raised my muzzle to the moon, howling. 'You see brother?' I called to the moon. 'You see how I revel in the hunt?'

My victory was short lived, a rustling in the trees beyond the clearing I was in, had caught my attention. My ears laid flat back against my head. I didn't like this. Most animals would have been far away from here by now. 'Hunters perhaps?' No, I couldn't smell anyone that would be hunting me. I leaned down, preparing myself to run if needed, when the scent hit me. It was another wolf. In all my years of running the forest I had never come across another wolf. My lips curled back over my teeth, and I let a low growl rise from in my chest. I wasn't sure if I should stay and hold my ground or turn and run. Either way I wanted this new comer to know I meant business.

He slowly crept out of the trees. His posture told me that he wasn't sure what to do either. His ears were laid back, but was it submission, or aggression? I growled again, hoping for an answer. He continued to creep towards me, but didn't return my warning. Something inside me recognized his lack of an answer as a good thing. I relaxed a little, trying to show him that I didn't want to fight if we didn't need to. I was curious. I had never met someone else like me, and this beast in front of me had forever changed that.

I tried to think of ways to communicate with him. He had continued to move towards me, he had relaxed his posture but his ears remained back. He was just on the other side of the elk when I thought of something. The only other one I talked to when I was a wolf was the moon, and I howled to her. So again I lifted my face to the sky and howled. Dropping my head back down I realized he had sat down , his ears had perked forward and his head tilted to the side. Something inside him recognized my attempt at reaching out to him. I decided to try again. I lifted my muzzle and let out a cry. I heard him do the same, and I couldn't help my wag my tail, something I had never done.

We sat there for a few minutes simply looking at each other. Finally he broke the stand off and leaned over the elk. I lowered my head and allowed him to sniff me. I could feel his hot breath against my fur, it stirred something inside me. He whined, trying to get my attention. He lowered his head so I could sniff him in turn. Leaning in towards his neck I inhaled deeply. I could smell that he was for sure a male now, but under that were undertones of steel, leather and blood. The smell of blood sent a wave of panic through me. Without even giving it a second thought I reached out to him. When he startled and pulled back I gave his muzzle a quick lick, trying to convey my worry. I could see the shock in his eyes at my lick, and I caught the sight of his tail wagging out of the corner of my eye. I reached out to him again, taking hold of his arm.

I scoured his whole body, looking for wounds. Circling around him, that was when I found it, a huge gash in his side. I sniffed it, trying to determine how old it was. He whined, I assumed in pain. Looking back to his face, I could see that it did in fact pain him. Normally when injured our own saliva acts as a numbing agent to clean the wound until we can return to our original form in a safe place. The location of this but must have kept him from being able to clean it. I nuzzled him slightly, hoping that I was comforting him. I leaned down and licked his wound for him, trying to clean it best I could. Once I finished I sat down on the ground next to him, nuzzling him a bit more, waiting for the pain to subside. I could tell it was starting to work as he began to playfully push at me.

He yelped and hopped up, turning in a circle. I felt a bit childish, but I wanted to join him. I was enjoying spending time with him. I stood up and pushed him back playfully. He turned and trotted away, turning to look at me from about fifteen yards away, whining. His tail wagged as he turned and continued to trot away. I took off running and it didn't take me long to over take him. I nipped at him as I ran past him, daring him to catch me. He yelped and began chasing me. I pushed myself forward, wanting to show him how fast I was, I wanted to impress my new found companion.

I raced up the side of the mountain and stopped once I reached the top. I sat down and waited. He caught up to me, panting. He playfully nipped at me and sat down next to me. I looked to the moon, allowing my tongue to roll out of my mouth as I gasped for air. I couldn't help myself, I raised my face once again to the moon and howled. My tail wagged as I heard him join me.

The sunlight was streaming through the trees and warming my naked body. I rolled over and stretched, feeling the soft bed of my own fur that I had shed during my change back a few hours earlier. I smiled, getting my first good look at my new friend.

He was still sleeping, so I took advantage of the opportunity to look him over without worrying about him seeing. He was a nord, like me, but unlike me he had dark hair. It was full of leaves and twigs at the moment, but I imagined it looked nice when it was washed and smoothed. His strong chin was covered in stubble. He was in very good shape, like most men in Skyrim were, but he was lean not bulky. His torso was scarred with what looked like sword wounds, this made my brow furrow. The only thing that could leave scars on the body of a wolf was silver weapons, he had been in fights with hunters. I couldn't help but blush slightly at catching sight of the dark hair that started at his navel. I knew it led to regions I shouldn't be seeing.

I smiled to myself, pleasantly happy with the body of companion. I laid back down on the bed of fur and allowed the sun to continue to warm me. I could feel sleep coming to reclaim me when I felt him move against me.

He groaned as he rolled over.

"Morning." I smiled at him.

"Morning." He mumbled, his eyes still closed. Suddenly they snapped open. "Morning!" He repeated, remembering the previous night. "Did I stay out all night?"

"Yes." I continued to smile.

"By Talos!" He sat up. "What was I thinking?"

I sat up too. "I thought we had fun." I pulled my knees to my chest, a little hurt.

"Aye." He turned and looked in my eyes. "Aye..." A smile spread across his face. "That we did lass."